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Changing Personality
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i feel i am morphing into becoming a, much less attractive, well-known georgeous (so i am told) red-headed, accident prone irish guinness drinker.
a nice day so decided to go into the garden to have a bonfire. so far so good. quite windy so put on gardening jacket and trousers, dm's and leather gloves completed the fashion-conscious ensemble for mrs 5x5.
bonfire of previously cut gorse and blackthorn going well until i stepped on a thorn that went through the sole of my boots. omg did it hurt. i must point out that this part of the garden is on a fairly steep slope - more like a cliff,in fact. i murmured, well yelled, this seemed to affect the lambs in the next field who started to bleat for their mothers. the ewes started to baaaaa like mad and all of them were running round the field like sheep do.
our neightbour on his tractor a couple of fields over saw his sheep running around and immedately decided to investigate driving his tractor along the lane in what can only be described as a reckless way. at least i think that is what the tescos delivery van going the opposite way thought as he reversed out of the hedge. not that i could see too much as the wind had changed direction and i was blinded by smoke.
decided it would be a good idea to move out of the smoke but with eyes closed put my feet into a badger hole and so fell on my knees banging into a large gorse bush which shed dead needles into my hair and down my back. at that moment something on the bonfire produced a shower of sparkes and singed holes in my trousers and jacket but worse still one landed my head and started to ignite the dead gorse needles. patting/banging all these sparks out burnt holes in my gloves.
by now the air is the same colour as the bluebells.
oh is quite a way away hidden by some more gorse and has not seen anything says "are you having a sit down? do you feel tired already?"
politely, what do you think i should have said in reply?
a nice day so decided to go into the garden to have a bonfire. so far so good. quite windy so put on gardening jacket and trousers, dm's and leather gloves completed the fashion-conscious ensemble for mrs 5x5.
bonfire of previously cut gorse and blackthorn going well until i stepped on a thorn that went through the sole of my boots. omg did it hurt. i must point out that this part of the garden is on a fairly steep slope - more like a cliff,in fact. i murmured, well yelled, this seemed to affect the lambs in the next field who started to bleat for their mothers. the ewes started to baaaaa like mad and all of them were running round the field like sheep do.
our neightbour on his tractor a couple of fields over saw his sheep running around and immedately decided to investigate driving his tractor along the lane in what can only be described as a reckless way. at least i think that is what the tescos delivery van going the opposite way thought as he reversed out of the hedge. not that i could see too much as the wind had changed direction and i was blinded by smoke.
decided it would be a good idea to move out of the smoke but with eyes closed put my feet into a badger hole and so fell on my knees banging into a large gorse bush which shed dead needles into my hair and down my back. at that moment something on the bonfire produced a shower of sparkes and singed holes in my trousers and jacket but worse still one landed my head and started to ignite the dead gorse needles. patting/banging all these sparks out burnt holes in my gloves.
by now the air is the same colour as the bluebells.
oh is quite a way away hidden by some more gorse and has not seen anything says "are you having a sit down? do you feel tired already?"
politely, what do you think i should have said in reply?
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Thank you for your concern, my sweet. I do feel somewhat the worse for wear, and I am rather warm. So, yes, I am having a sit down.
16:09 Fri 26th Apr 2013
